Writing Prompt Wednesday #84

“Write a poem or story associated with an animal.” -Kaby Walkers

TW: Death

There’s a small bird outside my window
She sings her song every morn’
She’s been singing long as I can remember
Perched on a branch since the day I was born
My mother she always watched her
And commented on her sweet song
She said, “I always loved that bird’s melody
I hope her stay here is long.”
My mother fed her some seed
She adored that bird everyday
I never quite understood
But I still hoped she would stay
It wasn’t for a few years
Just after I’d turned fifteen
My mother she started to shake
It was unlike everything that I’ve seen
She’d wake from her sleep with a fit
Barely able to walk down the hall
But still every morning
She’d watch the bird sing for us all
It was one gray morning it happened
My mother passed before noon
The bluebird she perched on her branch
And sang us her mournful tune
The next morning for the first time in years
I couldn’t hear the bird’s song
They both left this world at the same time
Heading to where they belong